"So, um, I'm stuck in a room with a very friendly twi'lek," Raynar began awkwardly, staring uncomfortably at the holocam and - indirectly - the entire galaxy he had so nearly plunged into a war.

His nervousness was understandable, of course. Before his disappearance, no one had known who Raynar Thul was. Other Jedi became famous without even trying, but he had never been a star student or a talented fighter. After his disappearance he had merely become another name on the long list of casualties caused by the Vong invasion. Most beings only knew him as the UnuThul, the crazed Joiner who had shattered their hard-won peace. Looking at the holocam and knowing they were all watching and condemning him was painfully hard. Still, it was no worse than the constant, heartbreaking loneliness in his head; he could ignore both, if he tired hard enough.

"It's...awkward." He added lamely, looking away. "I mean, she's pretty and all, and probably nothing will happen anyways but, I don't know, I just don't want to deal with this right now." A slightly hopeful expression blossomed over his previously bleak face. "Maybe once she meets everyone else, she'll loose interest in me. That would probably be for the best," He added, the bitterness returning. "It seems like every girl I kiss dies, anyways, so it's probably safer for her to stay away." It was a bad attempt at humor, and did nothing to disguise the pathetic truth of that statement.